Relive my childhood as it was? NO F***ING WAY?! Not even if I could go back to it with my current (i.e., adult) knowledge. My two wildest fantasies were, when I was a kid, were to (1) grow up and be on my own, which I did when I was 18, and (2) be an only child, which of course was impossible. No, I never got close to my sister; in fact now as an adult at least I don’t have to even see or talk to her (which I don’t).
While I wasn’t physically or sexually abused as Tanookie mentioned she was, my parents should not have been allowed to breed either (there was, on the other hand, more than enough neglect and emotional abuse at home: nothing I did was ever “good enough”).
I was also always “different” from the other kids and was picked on constantly, sometimes beaten up and pushed down stairwells. Oftentimes I walked home from school “the long way” so as to avoid the kids who said they were going to beat the hell out of me after school. The one time I complained to my parents about my schoolmates picking on me, I was told it was my fault and that “If you’d just be like everyone else, they’d stop.” I came to hold my school and everyone in it in such contempt that when it came time to finally get out of prison, er, graduate from high school, I refused to be in the yearbook or to take part in the graduation ceremony – I walked to the school office the day after graduation and picked up my diploma from one of the secretaries.
Nope, there is NO WAY I’d ever care to relive ANY aspect of my childhood or adolescence. Not for a zillion bucks. And I wouldn’t want to be a kid again period, not even with different parents and going to different schools. Even though as an adult I have the responsibility of working to support myself rather than being a kid whose parents have to worry about that sort of thing, I also have the freedom of being able to make my own decisions.